Astonishingly fast progress, in fact, ever since that whole 'getting tired up' discovery. There are still limits - it can't be both of them at once, which is why Sypha's excused herself to the library for a few hours. They have to check every now and then that Alucard is still doing okay. But things are getting better. They can sleep next to him almost every night, keeping him nestled between them or over at Sypha's other side - Trevor always has to be closest to the door. He can rest as a wolf with his big fluffy head in Sypha's lap while she pets him and looks out of the window.
So maybe, maybe they can do this now. Maybe he can touch Alucard, not just be touched, if only for a little while.
His wrists slide free of the rope when Alucard unties it and he waits only a moment before moving his hands forward, pressing them against Alucard's sides and sliding them town to his hips, voice slow and heavy with adoration. ]
-beautiful. So, so beautiful.
[ It's the usual borderline-incoherent mess of 'beautiful's and 'lovely's that he gets reduced to during these moments. But there's another voice there, too. Hiding just beneath his. ]
-beautiful. Perhaps that's why he kept her, why he had you. For an ornament.
[Alucard knows he is aware of how quickly the world can change better than most. His childhood was ruined by the actions of one ambitious man. His present was shaped by the rash actions of his father. Almost every change has been for the worse.
This one? He's comfortable in his own skin. He knows it's a good change. A wonderful one, one that has him buzzing with energy by the end, and one that has only a slightly messy ending. It makes him so happy, because it allows for other things. The luxury of being snuggled between the two of them. Being pet and dotted on as naught more than a big fuzzy dog. And--
--oh, now is so wonderful. There's a sharp, happy gasp as Trevor's hands press against his hips, and Alucard inches closer.]
Mmm, and what else?
[He's never minded the incoherence. It makes him feel important Special. Loved.
But then another voice cuts in, and tension creeps into Alucard's body.]
[ Trevor tilts his head to the side for a second before a smile creeps over his face and he leans in closer. ]
You want me to say it again, hmm? Well, If you want us to tell you how pretty you are more often, I think that can be arranged. [ Closer still, until he can whisper in Alucard's ear. His chest is pressed against Alucard's now, his heart hammering in his chest. ] You're-
-lovely. For a half-breed. Useless, but lovely. Just like her. It would be a terrible shame to leave a mark on you, my dear. [ Trevor's body is cold. The heartbeat is gone. A hand combs through Alucard's hair, but the fingers of it are long and thin and there are the usual amount of them. ] It would distress me terribly to hurt you, my lovely prince, to take away that pretty face and leave you with nothing. So eat your supper, and no more of this silliness.
[Alucard's heart is beating just as fast, but there's no thrill in it. There's raw anxiety, and now? Now his body is tense. His chest is barely moving. The hand that was going to grab Trevor's ass is stuck in the air and--
His face is terrified, looking over Trevor's shoulder at a figure that isn't there. His other fingers twitch, and when he speaks, it's to a figure that isn't there.]
[ Okay, that's weird and not sexy. Trevor removes his hand from Alucard's hair and backs away, looking him over. He extends a hand then thinks better of it. Shit. He doesn't know what to do about this. ]
I'm here. Adrian, I'm here.
I'm here, Adrian. I'm here.
[ The weight against Alucard's chest remains, even with Trevor gone. The cold, dead weight of those bodies in the slaughterhouse, pinning him down. The hand is still in his hair, twisting into a cold, tight fist. ]
[Alucard's aware that Trevor's backed away. His front is cold now, that's--
No.
He's cold.
The bodies were cold. Carmilla was like ice, and he bolts upright with a sudden a urgency that borders on how he used to move. Feral and angry and so, so terrified, just an animal trying to keep itself safe.]
[ This is out of his control and he knows it, but he's not sure if Sypha can even hear from here. He could make a run for the library - in truth, he's not sure if the castle would cooperate right now. Something's clearly wrong with Alucard, so it'll be acting weird and-
-as if on cue, the roar of the castle's engines working shakes the room. They're moving. He doesn't know where they're moving to, but they're going somewhere. ]
Adrian, I'm not dead. I'm here. Right here. Please-
[ There's another hand, now, at Alucard's throat. Cold as everything else here with those long, thin fingers and a grip like a vice. Carmilla's claws graze at the skin, not quite breaking it. ]
-wherever I please. My dear prince, you'll find I can be wherever I damn well please.
[ The hand at Alucard's throat tightens and loosens, almost playful in the same way that a child cutting up caterpillars is playful. ]
[Alucard claws at his throat, nails digging into flesh. There's something there. There's a hand there, it's trying to choke him. His other hand reaches up at the air, slashing at eyes that aren't there.]
Trevor!? Sypha?!
[He's yelling for them, because he knows that'll fix the problem.]
[ He shouldn't touch Alucard. He knows that much. But- shit, he's hurting himself. And he can't let him keep doing that, either. He reaches out, sliding his hand between Alucard's hand and his throat, trying to guide it away. Trying to guide him back from wherever the fuck he is right now. ]
I'm here, Adrian. I'm here I'm not going to leave you-
I'm not going to leave you, Adrian. For all your long, long life. The mortals will fade, given time. But I? I will still be here. The oldest friend you will ever have. The only one you'll have left.
They'll be gone eventually, my dear prince. And then you will have eternity with only me. I wonder, how many centuries of this do you think you can manage?
[ There's another hand now. And that should be impossible, because that would mean Carmilla has three hands and two of them are occupying the same space. But logic doesn't matter here. Another of those bony hands threads its fingers through Alucard's, trying to wrestle his hand away from his throat. ]
It's warm. So it can't be Carmilla. But it's still Carmilla, still her awful face, still her awful hands wringing his neck, and so Alucard's free hand grabs onto whatever he can and tries to fling it away. It's fast and furious and he's so scared and so worried and wanting to be free.]
No. No you don't get to be here for eternity, you're just...you're dead. More than dead. I...
[He snarls and shoves forward, as if attacking Carmilla will chase her away instead.]
[ Alucard's hand grips his arm, and for a moment that seems correct. But- but shit, his arm doesn't bend that way, and Alucard is stronger than the joint of his elbow and-
You don't get to be here, he says, before his elbow gives an awful pop. And then there is a snarl- a real, vampiric one - and he's sent flying back against the ground, arm twisted in entirely the wrong direction, Alucard's weight coming down on his wrist until it gives with a sickening crunch.
He manages not to scream. But in truth, he probably didn't need to. The pained whimper and the choked attempt at taking in breath are loud enough to dismiss Carmilla, even if the pop and crunch weren't. She's gone, and Sypha's approaching footsteps are still a few hallways away. Alucard is alone with Trevor once again. ]
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Astonishingly fast progress, in fact, ever since that whole 'getting tired up' discovery. There are still limits - it can't be both of them at once, which is why Sypha's excused herself to the library for a few hours. They have to check every now and then that Alucard is still doing okay. But things are getting better. They can sleep next to him almost every night, keeping him nestled between them or over at Sypha's other side - Trevor always has to be closest to the door. He can rest as a wolf with his big fluffy head in Sypha's lap while she pets him and looks out of the window.
So maybe, maybe they can do this now. Maybe he can touch Alucard, not just be touched, if only for a little while.
His wrists slide free of the rope when Alucard unties it and he waits only a moment before moving his hands forward, pressing them against Alucard's sides and sliding them town to his hips, voice slow and heavy with adoration. ]
-beautiful. So, so beautiful.
[ It's the usual borderline-incoherent mess of 'beautiful's and 'lovely's that he gets reduced to during these moments. But there's another voice there, too. Hiding just beneath his. ]
-beautiful. Perhaps that's why he kept her, why he had you. For an ornament.
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This one? He's comfortable in his own skin. He knows it's a good change. A wonderful one, one that has him buzzing with energy by the end, and one that has only a slightly messy ending. It makes him so happy, because it allows for other things. The luxury of being snuggled between the two of them. Being pet and dotted on as naught more than a big fuzzy dog. And--
--oh, now is so wonderful. There's a sharp, happy gasp as Trevor's hands press against his hips, and Alucard inches closer.]
Mmm, and what else?
[He's never minded the incoherence. It makes him feel important Special. Loved.
But then another voice cuts in, and tension creeps into Alucard's body.]
What was that second part?
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[ Trevor tilts his head to the side for a second before a smile creeps over his face and he leans in closer. ]
You want me to say it again, hmm? Well, If you want us to tell you how pretty you are more often, I think that can be arranged. [ Closer still, until he can whisper in Alucard's ear. His chest is pressed against Alucard's now, his heart hammering in his chest. ] You're-
-lovely. For a half-breed. Useless, but lovely. Just like her. It would be a terrible shame to leave a mark on you, my dear. [ Trevor's body is cold. The heartbeat is gone. A hand combs through Alucard's hair, but the fingers of it are long and thin and there are the usual amount of them. ] It would distress me terribly to hurt you, my lovely prince, to take away that pretty face and leave you with nothing. So eat your supper, and no more of this silliness.
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His face is terrified, looking over Trevor's shoulder at a figure that isn't there. His other fingers twitch, and when he speaks, it's to a figure that isn't there.]
Shut up, you're not here!
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I'm here. Adrian, I'm here.
I'm here, Adrian. I'm here.
[ The weight against Alucard's chest remains, even with Trevor gone. The cold, dead weight of those bodies in the slaughterhouse, pinning him down. The hand is still in his hair, twisting into a cold, tight fist. ]
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No.
He's cold.
The bodies were cold. Carmilla was like ice, and he bolts upright with a sudden a urgency that borders on how he used to move. Feral and angry and so, so terrified, just an animal trying to keep itself safe.]
Fuck. Fuck. You're dead, you can't be here--!
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Adrian, I'm not- shit. Sypha! Sypha!
[ This is out of his control and he knows it, but he's not sure if Sypha can even hear from here. He could make a run for the library - in truth, he's not sure if the castle would cooperate right now. Something's clearly wrong with Alucard, so it'll be acting weird and-
-as if on cue, the roar of the castle's engines working shakes the room. They're moving. He doesn't know where they're moving to, but they're going somewhere. ]
Adrian, I'm not dead. I'm here. Right here. Please-
[ There's another hand, now, at Alucard's throat. Cold as everything else here with those long, thin fingers and a grip like a vice. Carmilla's claws graze at the skin, not quite breaking it. ]
-wherever I please. My dear prince, you'll find I can be wherever I damn well please.
[ The hand at Alucard's throat tightens and loosens, almost playful in the same way that a child cutting up caterpillars is playful. ]
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[Alucard claws at his throat, nails digging into flesh. There's something there. There's a hand there, it's trying to choke him. His other hand reaches up at the air, slashing at eyes that aren't there.]
Trevor!? Sypha?!
[He's yelling for them, because he knows that'll fix the problem.]
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I'm here, Adrian. I'm here I'm not going to leave you-
I'm not going to leave you, Adrian. For all your long, long life. The mortals will fade, given time. But I? I will still be here. The oldest friend you will ever have. The only one you'll have left.
They'll be gone eventually, my dear prince. And then you will have eternity with only me. I wonder, how many centuries of this do you think you can manage?
[ There's another hand now. And that should be impossible, because that would mean Carmilla has three hands and two of them are occupying the same space. But logic doesn't matter here. Another of those bony hands threads its fingers through Alucard's, trying to wrestle his hand away from his throat. ]
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It's warm. So it can't be Carmilla. But it's still Carmilla, still her awful face, still her awful hands wringing his neck, and so Alucard's free hand grabs onto whatever he can and tries to fling it away. It's fast and furious and he's so scared and so worried and wanting to be free.]
No. No you don't get to be here for eternity, you're just...you're dead. More than dead. I...
[He snarls and shoves forward, as if attacking Carmilla will chase her away instead.]
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You don't get to be here, he says, before his elbow gives an awful pop. And then there is a snarl- a real, vampiric one - and he's sent flying back against the ground, arm twisted in entirely the wrong direction, Alucard's weight coming down on his wrist until it gives with a sickening crunch.
He manages not to scream. But in truth, he probably didn't need to. The pained whimper and the choked attempt at taking in breath are loud enough to dismiss Carmilla, even if the pop and crunch weren't. She's gone, and Sypha's approaching footsteps are still a few hallways away. Alucard is alone with Trevor once again. ]